Morning,
Here's a beautiful poem I'd like to share with you:
And they dressed Him in purple
And condemned Him to die
Mocked, spat upon, and whipped Him
As Pontius Pilate stood by
And with thorns as a crown
He was then led away
To carry His cross
And show us the way
Falling under the burden
Of its heavy weight
But rising up again
Knowing full-well His fate
And meeting His mother
With anguish untold
As God's plan of Great Love
Proceeds to unfold
Simon helps Jesus
Who seems broken and frail
And Veronica steps forward
To wipe His face with her veil
But He soon falls again
For a second time
Paying a price with His suffering
His love being the crime
Women and children
He meets on His way
Then falls for a third time
This most solemn Friday
Adding further humiliation
To any of His woes
Jesus is then
Stripped of His clothes
And while nailed to the cross
His earthly time here passes
His own life He gave
For the salvation of masses

.I am thankful he is fine.
However the SON will shine despite the rain.
Praise God for the rain & sunshine.It takes both to make the flowers bloom! 
Trying to get this place cleaned before work, since I didn't get much done yesterday... My little helper was more in the way then helpful. and we ended up going over to her daddy's and eating supper there and watching Timeline.
The doctor's x-ray machine wasn't working properly-plus the temp techinician didn't really know what she was doing anyway. I didn't bring my x-rays from the doctor who referred me, so now I have to go back again with copies of my x-rays
